A song to another lover of Bob Dylan

(also born on my mother's birthday)

I knew you

and you knew me,

as we talked to each other

with the crowd, wondering out loud

we stated our intentions with kisses.

There were whirling lights

glancing from a silver ball of hexagons

as beams in rotation

set the room to motion.

While under the premise in the honesty of words

there were no plots to defend,

we played the night to the hilt.

Time moved on

as the music softened,

bodies blended

with the sounds of occurring.

Conversations found satisfaction.

Honesty was

the horse of hope,

thundering with our confidences.

In time

we were merged in our histories.

There was no end

as there was no beginning,

just stark moments of truth

between strangers.

I'll always remember you.